Aditi, My Sister, My Love - Part 2
By 5:00 in the morning, the room reeked of sex. We three, ‘siblings’, lay in the moonlight, nude, pressed together lovingly. After taking turns fucking her like animals, Aditi slept soundlessly on her belly. Her angelic, youthful body was defiled by those who claimed to love her the most: Her own two older brothers. Aditi’s flesh, now evidence of love and violence, her skin dim with dried layers of sweat, spit and cum. Her tits and pussy were swollen and bruised by our hungry mouths and hungry cocks. I couldn’t fall asleep and sat up. “All good?” Varun Bhaiya asked sleepily. “Aditi told me everything,” I said. “What did she say?” “All the disgusting details.” I said, “How you took advantage of her in the bathroom, then fucked her in the tub. Took her virginity.” “What?” He said, taken aback, “That’s not what happened.” “You don’t have to lie to me.” “She’s such a liar,” He said, amused. “Girls and their secrets. Unbelievable.” I frowned. “What?” “That’s not what happened.” I sighed. “I’ve had enough shocks for one night, man.” I said weakly, “Don’t pile on.” “Fine, but that’s still not what happened at all.” “What the fuck is your version?” “No ‘version’, just the truth,” He said, “She got very drunk that night. I told her she could only have ‘one’ glass of wine. But this older guy, an Indian American doctor, who she found ‘cute’, kept plying her with hard drinks, vodka and whiskey, till she was completely wasted.” “But then you took her to the room.” “No.” “What the fuck do you mean?” I asked. “The older guy, the sleazy fuck! He sweet-talked her into getting into his car in a dark parking lot to smoke weed.” “What the fuck.” I said, “We’re talking about Aditi, ya?” “Ya.” He said, “Guess she fell in love with his American accent or something. He was rich too! Very rich.” “She never said anything about him to me.” “I can see why.” Varun Bhaiya said, grinning, “Meanwhile, I’m thinking where the fuck is she, so I searched and searched for like an hour, no joke. Finally, I found her with him in a big SUV. You won’t believe what I saw,” “Don’t tell me.” I said, my cock twitching again, “What?” Varun Bhaiya sighed, “I saw our little sister, ‘Paapu’s Princess’, topless, with no shoes, feet up, legs spread, getting fucked in the backseat.” I covered my face and said nothing. Varun Bhaiya continued, “Before I could do anything, the guy puts the window down and says, ‘Hey buddy! You wanna fuck her? Get in!’” “What!” I said, “He didn’t know who you were?” “No.” Varun Bhaiya said, “He’s from Arizona, no connection.” “Then?” “Then he said, ‘You can fuck her after I’m done, she won’t mind, will you honey?’” “What the fuck! Didn’t she see you? Aditi.” Varun Bhaiya sat up. “DUDE! Aditi literally turns and looks right at me with a glazed as fuck expression on her face, completely in musth, all wasted and doped up! She then looks right back as he starts fucking her again.” “Then?” “Then he keeps groaning and looks at me and says, ‘She’s so tight!’ over and over again, ‘She wants it, man! Get in!’” Varun Bhaiya said, “So I got in.” The conversation paused. “I don’t know what to say,” I said quietly. “It’s fucked up, I know. It was just. She looked so beautiful, our little sister, her skin shining with sweat, getting fucked. She had no idea it was ME sitting right beside her. It was dark in the car, smokey, and she was all blissed out and fucked up.” “Then?” I asked. “I lost control, I guess. I started touching her leg, her tit, all the while praying she doesn’t recognise me.” He said, “Next thing I know, I’m kissing her ankles, sucking her toes, jerking my cock. I was telling him to finish so I could have my turn.” “Then?” “The guy pulled out and came all over her stomach.” Varun Bhaiya said, “I looked down and saw blood on his cock, which really turned me on. I put my pants down, got between her legs and began pushing my cock inside her.” “Must have felt good,” I said, with a sting of jealousy. “Dude! The guy was right! She was so tight, a virgin.” Varun Bhaiya said, “Then get this because I was much bigger than the other guy. I began pushing it in. Aditi suddenly screamed and looked up at me, right into my face, now inches away. I saw her eyes go wide because she finally recognised me. She knew who I was. Her very own, Varun Bhaiya, with his big cock sliding in his own sister’s tight pussy.” “Fuck! Did she freak out?” I said, leaning forward. “Strangely, no,” He said with a shrug, “Because it didn’t matter somehow, at that moment, us being siblings, I was already all the way inside her. Nothing mattered. After a few moments, she just looked up at me and said, ‘Bhaiya, slowly. It’s hurting’” “So I put her legs up and stayed inside her without moving, giving her time to loosen. I even got emotional and kept telling her I loved her over and over. I then slowly began moving in and out till we were just a boy and a girl fucking.” “At one point, she literally says, ‘Bhaiya! Chodo mujhe! Aur zor se chodo mujhe!’(Fuck me, fuck me harder.) I got so turned on I cum inside her. I didn’t pull out, couldn’t.” “Then?” I asked. “After I was done, I helped put her top and panties back on and took her to the hotel room. We were both shell-shocked at what had just happened and didn’t talk at all. Not a word, dude! She was a complete mess, mascara all over her face, fucked up hair and smelling of cum, whiskey and weed. I took her to the bathroom and turned the shower on for her. She calmly removed her jewellery. Neither of us knew what to say.” “Then?” I said.